They've GOT to take possession first, and they've got to show a sample of ore, or dust, it would be in this case.
The best thing to do--" She drew her eyebrows together, and she pinched her under lip between her thumb and forefinger, and she stared abstractedly at Good Indian.

"Oh, hurry up, Grant!" she cried unguardedly.

"Think--think HARD, what's best to do!" "The only thing I can think of," he scowled, "is to kill that--" "And that won't do, under the circumstances," she cut in airily.
"There'd still be the eight.

I'd like," she declared viciously, "to put rough-on-rats in his dinner, but I intend to refrain from doing as I'd like, and stick to what's best." Good Indian gave her a glance of grateful understanding.

"This thing has hit me hard," he confided suddenly.